Bitten (Harry Styles Vampire)

Chapter 18 Heated

As I stalked through the door I brushed my feet off on the doormat, listening for a sign of Saoirse. All I could hear was soft peaceful breathing so I guessed she was asleep. When I walked into the living room I saw her sleeping figure on the couch. She looked bothered and scared even in her sleep yet I didn't want to wake her. The fire had burned out and I decided to light a new one since the house felt a bit cold. As I kneeled down to light it I felt something sharp prick my knee. I flinched picking up what appeared to be a shard of glass. It was odd considering I hadn't broken anything in a while. What could it have been from? I don't just have glass lying on my floor. I stood up to investigate it further but the answer was right in front of me. The frames were placed in a different order. Especially that one. She had to see that god damned picture. Why did I even leave there? I had never thought of them since Saoirse. As fast as I could I took all the pictures throwing them into a cupboard causing a loud crash. A loud groan was heard from the couch as Saoirse sat up rubbing her eyes. I didn't know what to do as she looked at me with her innocent eyes. She was just trying to act as if she hadn't seen my stupidly chosen framed pictures.

"I know you saw the pictures Saoirse, I'm not dumb." She sighed, staring down at her hands, fidgeting. She never wanted trouble yet she wasn't apologising for it as she usually would.

"How was it out there?" She asked quietly, still not looking at me. She was so jealous and I could so tell. The way she acted half miserable and cocky proved my theory right.

"Horrible, not one person alive." I said harshly to try to get some proper emotion out of her but with no luck. She was as blank as a canvas, as blank as a jelaous person could be. The bond was clearly affecting her feelings but she would not show them and I was in no mood to politely slip the question. "What are you feeling right now?" I might as well ask since she was being so quiet but she remained silent. Letting a few moments slip by, she still hadn't answered me when she got up to leave. It aggravated me, she will not have the upperhand. Before she could ignore me further I grabbed her arm slamming her back against the wall roughly.

"Answer me." I demanded, without compulsion. Saoirse pressed her lips together keeping her posture strong, showing no sign of caving in. That jealousy was making her feisty. My temper was running high and I could my fangs lengthen from anger. Her eyes flickered to my canines and then back up to my eyes. I watched her closely as her tongue ran over her lips to wet them. Our bodies were pressed so close, her heart beating hard against my chest but she managed to stay calm. Her petite frame managed to stay strong against mine.

"You have no right to compel answers out of me." The words came out weaker than I expected them to but she certainly didn't sound defeated. Shame washed over me, though just as she I did not want to cave in. I had no idea what was going on in her beautiful mind.

"I don't, but after you looking through my memories I have a right to know." I almost didn't want to know the answers. I liked not knowing everything about her.

"I feel disgust." She whispered quietly. Hurt, was the emotion I was preparing for but okay, I thought. Her face showed just that, disgust. "Why would you keep that picture out?"

"You know our history's been.....heated." I mumbled as a stupid excuse for having a picture of my ex in just bed sheets framed. But I'd never had someone else in my life to tell me to take them down.

"That doesn't mean you need to show it." She snorted, giving me a particularly bitchy look. This was a different side of her and I knew very well where it came from- jealousy. "I hope you two had very nice sex." She snapped, pushing me off her with quite an impressive strength. Her feet carried her quickly up the stairs and mine following, a smile gracing my lips. Even though I did not like back talking her envy and confidence was sexy.

"Have you had a little too much blood?" I chuckled and she spun around giving me daggers. A very annoyed Saoirse put her hands on her hips, sighing and continuously glaring at me.

"Saoirse, that was like a hundred and fifty years ago. I don't think about her, I forgot the picture was there because I don't go stare at it everyday, we've bonded and I haven't had a good shag in a hundred years!" I laughed and her eyes widened at my last statement, though I saw satisfaction flash through her eyes.

"I don't care about your shagging." Her attitude was sharp but she clearly didn't agree with her own words.

"Yes you do." I smiled, once again stepping closer to her.

"No I don't." She half smiled stepping back.

"We've bonded, it's inevitable." She gave me a look of disbelief. "Because if someone shagged you I would probably beat the shit out of them."

"Harry!" She blushed, obviously returning to her normal self. She went from sexy, confident to cute and shy in a split second. Saoirse was the only one I knew who could do that. The giggling stopped suddenly and she got very quiet.

"Since we..erh...we've bonded, does that mean.....we have to......uhm...y'know." Her face bright red and I was pretty sure I knew what she meant.

"I can't really answer that, I mean of course we won't if you don't want to but the bond is powerful and romantic and I don't know...." I scratched my neck sheepishly. "But since you've been having those thoughts." I smirked and her face turned bright red but she kept quiet. I carefully stalled closer to her.

Saoirse

He walked closer to me in the most seductive way possible and I felt my heartbeat quicken. Everytime he'd approach me something within me would happen. As he'd moved behind me I felt his hand move my hair from one side of my neck to the other. I braced myself for fangs but all I felt was soft lips against my skin. My stomach felt crazy, his hot breath on my bare skin sent chills down my body.

"I promise not to wear you out too much." He whispered a bit muffled against my skin. "And with that I mean the feeding. Because we both know I could wear you out in so many other ways." If my face wasn't still crimson it certainly was now. His mouth kept working softly on my skin, his hands finding my hips and gripping onto them. With every swipe of his tongue against my neck I relaxed more and more. The sensation of his fingers pulling my back to his front was like no other. I couldn't help but but bring my hands up, holding his face.

"Relax completely." Harry whispered softly in my ear, leaving a kiss behind it. I tried but I really couldn't. The thought of my father wondering where I was, was nagging constantly at the back of my mind. If he found out I wasn't at home in bed he'd be sure I was with Harry. But before I had a chance to think about it further, Harry spun me around. There wasn't a second to spare before our lips were connected. It felt like I could breath out. My mouth moved so feverishly against his and even though we'd kissed once before it was still all so new to me. I felt his fingers tracing lines on the outside of my thighs, making goose bumps appear on the exposed skin of my legs. His fingers travelled higher, pulling my skirt up with him. Trying desperately to keep my moan inside but failing miserably. And after that I couldn't seem to shut up. Harry's digits traced circles above the elastics of my underwear.

I felt crazy, wild, free and rebellious. Never in my life had I imagined that there was pleasure like this. The satisfaction of a male having all of his attention on you, driving you insane with filthy minded comments but easily making it up to you. My parents would always strictly remind me that sex was not acceptable until after marriage but right now I couldn't care less. Never being allowed anything like this fascinated me with it, how could my parents deny their child of such pleasure. Like they'd never experienced it themselves. Well, they probably never did, because I have Harry. I'm pretty sure there is no one else like him'

"I should probably start getting back..." I interrupt our moment, not being able to continue with my parents influencing my thoughts.

"You're right..." Harry agrees, kissing the sore patch on my neck. The high of our heated moment would last and at least keep me satisfied for some time, yet I couldn't help but want more. What did it actually feel like? How could he make me feel, since I already feel amazing with him.